Carter (Hey Sweetie) Looks like its going to be a long day. (Ahh. Another one huh? What we got?) Your first patient (Yeah) Is suffering from a lack of
' jack shit, just a buncha has beens what the fuck happened? why'd you stop rappin? Huh? I'm the future, tryna ball like a hoopa attack a beat like a
it back I'm filling my lungs with the knife in my back But you kept going on just to make me feel like this Now that it's over I won't feel the same A
Blood paints a pattern of rohrschach's design Thawing the winter that burdens this heart Shit-stained and shameful An exit in disgrace Not a splash but just a
put to your head Flash a white light before you die A murder made to look like a suicide Knife through your gut Now die, you fucking slut Punctured lung, a
they taunt him, Pimp-slap him with a newspaper. Don lunged forward with his fish knife Then ran all the way home weeping. He gave his knife to his father
Midnight, all the kids are asleep Moonlight makes them breathe in so deep Inside, hunger cuts like a knife Upside, I can smell the real life I'm climbing
paradise unlike any seen moist has been dancing crazy overcast ash grey wording constantly pushing pulling pushes away drew back a rusty knife guilt
Draw in like a breath It goes tight like a wire You're trying to shout But your lungs are on fire Draw in like a breath It comes out like a knife You
a lotta money but his luck went bad and the riverboat won it all He said I dealt from the bottom of the deck and he pulled a shiny knife But before that
morning, Dr. Carter Hey sweetie, looks like it?s going to be a long day Ah, another one uh, what we got? Your first patient, yeah, is suffering from a
had a shotgun booty,and i love it everytime she shoot it [Mack Maine] Blah, bang bang bang, shes in love with kisses, she got a tongue rang, now she got a pussy rang, she got a
walk like a soldier Talk like a stunna Move like a player And get it like a hustler You gotta walk like a soldier Talk like a stunna Move like a player
a whole block to myself A front door with twelve locks And have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailbox And every time somebody makes a threat, run and
s a street talker Heatsparker to beefstarter Packing guns when I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, Keep Talkin') Throw a firebomb down your chimney While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes cockin' a
of boredness and mind bondage Bronchitis, lung failure language unfamiliar Art through a flooded air brush [unverified] leave craft Sentences joined with words holding hands It's a
bitches y'all Flipmode y'all, Flipmode y'all Hardcore y'all, raw shit y'all Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all Never judge a nigga like the cover of a book
] I smoke a large portion for cheaper, my gun game sick like a cough and fever, niggas straight birds like a hawk and geizer, but they run on you like a